Under the silver gaze of the full moon, nature sharpens. Petals unfold with purpose. Vines curl like quiet spells. This is no passive garden—this is sacred overgrowth, cultivated by intuition and guided by lunar gravity. Every leaf remembers. Every bloom reaches with intent. It’s a portal into ritual, harvest, and the beauty of thriving on one’s own terms.
Let the plants speak. They know the way back.
Print is 5”x7”
•Giclée printing quality
•Note-Watermark will not appear on print
